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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.