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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.