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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.