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 Sweden and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Fear,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.