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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.