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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.