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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.