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 Morocco 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.