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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.