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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.