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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.