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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.