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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.