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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.