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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.