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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.