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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Yaz,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.