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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s 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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.