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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.