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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.