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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.