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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.