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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Evens,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.