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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.