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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.