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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.