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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.