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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.