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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.