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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Little Man,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.