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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.