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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.