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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
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Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.