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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Hashim,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.