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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Q65,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.