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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
CMW,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.