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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.