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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.