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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.