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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.