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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.