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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.