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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.