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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.