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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.