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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.