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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.