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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.