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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Can,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.