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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Flipper,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.