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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.