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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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 Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Organ,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.