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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.