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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.