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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.