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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.