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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
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.