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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.