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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.