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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.