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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Nas,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.