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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.