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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The Smoke,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.