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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.