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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.