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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.