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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.