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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.