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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.