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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.