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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
UT,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.