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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.