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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.