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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Sparks,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.