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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.