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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.