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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.