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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.