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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.