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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.