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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Wire,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.