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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.