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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Faraquet,
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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.