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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.