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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.