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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.