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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.