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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Can,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.