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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.