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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.