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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.