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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.