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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.