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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.