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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.