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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.