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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.