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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.