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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.