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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.