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 Peru 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.