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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.