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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Josef K,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.