Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.