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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.