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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.