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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
X-102,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.