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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.