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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.