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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.