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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.