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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.