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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.