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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.