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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Japan,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.