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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.