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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Motorama,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.