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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.