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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.