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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.