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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.