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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.