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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.