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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.