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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.