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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.