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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.