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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.