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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.