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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.