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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.