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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.