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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.