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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.