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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.