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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.