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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.