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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.