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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.