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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.