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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Wings,
Nas,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.