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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.