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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.