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 Chile 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.