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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.