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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.