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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Ludus,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
PIL,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.