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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.