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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.