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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Television,
10cc,
MDC,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.