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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.