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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.