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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.