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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.