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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.