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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.