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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.