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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
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Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.