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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DNA to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.