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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.