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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
ABC,
Fear,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.