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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selecter to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.