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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.