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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.