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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.