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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.