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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.