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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.