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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Fear,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.