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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.