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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.