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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.