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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.