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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.