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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.