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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.