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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.