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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.