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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.