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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Nico,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.