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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Visage,
The Busters,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.