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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Litter,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.