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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.