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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.