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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
AZ,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.