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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Zapp,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.