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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.