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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Hashim,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.