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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.