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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.