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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.