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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.