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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.