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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.