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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.