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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.