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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.