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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Television,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.