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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
June Days,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.