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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.