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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.