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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Index,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.