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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.