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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.