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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.