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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.