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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.