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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
MDC,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.