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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.