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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.