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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.