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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.