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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.