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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Smog,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.