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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.