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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.