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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.