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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.