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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.