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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.