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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.