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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.