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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.