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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.