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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Gong,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.