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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.