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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
PIL,
Ronan,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.