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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Saints,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Whodini,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.