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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.