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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Make Up,
Television,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.