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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.