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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Move,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.