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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Wings,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.