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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Index,
EPMD,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.