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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.