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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
ABBA,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.