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 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.