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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Names,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
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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.