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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.