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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.