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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.