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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.