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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.