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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.