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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.