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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.