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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.