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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
the Association,
June Days,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.