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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.