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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Crime,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.