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 and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.