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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.