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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.