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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.