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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.