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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Slave,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.