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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.