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 Syria 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.