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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.