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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.