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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
MDC,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.