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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.