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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.