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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.