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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.