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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.