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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.