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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.