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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.