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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Television,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.