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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.