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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.