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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Franke,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.