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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.