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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Television,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.