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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.