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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Nas,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.