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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.