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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.