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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
X-102,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.