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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.