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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.