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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.