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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.