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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.