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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Urselle,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.