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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.