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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.