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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Can 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.