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 Austria 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.