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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.