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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.