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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.