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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.