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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.