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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.