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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.