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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.