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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
JFA,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.