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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.