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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.