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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.