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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.