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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.