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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.