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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.