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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.