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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.