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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.