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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.