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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.