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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.