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 Russia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.