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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Associates,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.