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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Happenings,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.