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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Echospace,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.