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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.