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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.