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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Cymande,
UT,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.