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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.