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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.