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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.