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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.