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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
ABC,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.