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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
UT,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.