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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.