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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.