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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.