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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.