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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Swans,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.