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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.