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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.