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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.