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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.