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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.