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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.