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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Index,
Nas,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.