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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.