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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.