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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.