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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.