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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.