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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.