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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.