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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.