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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.