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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.