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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.