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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.