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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.