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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.