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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.