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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Television,
Interpol,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.