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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.