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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.