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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Deakin,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.