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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.