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 Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Faust,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.