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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Index,
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.