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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.