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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.