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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.