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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Names,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.