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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.