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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.