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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.