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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Magma,
John Cale,
ABBA,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.