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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.