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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Franke,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.