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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.