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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
UT,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.