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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.