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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.