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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.