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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.