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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
10cc,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.