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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.