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 Guyana 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.