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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.