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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.