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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.