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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.