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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.