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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.