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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.