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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.