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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.