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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.