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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.