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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moebius to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.