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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.