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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.