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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Television,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.