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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.