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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.