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 Chile 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.