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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.