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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.