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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.