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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.