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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Index,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.