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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.