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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Arcadia 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.