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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.