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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Visage,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.