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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The J.B.'s 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.