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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.