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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
MC5,
UT,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.