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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1961 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 Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.