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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Brick,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.