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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Yaz,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.