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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
UT,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.