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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.