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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.