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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.