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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.