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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.