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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.