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 Comoros 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.