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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.