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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.