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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.