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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.