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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.