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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.