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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.