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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.