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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.