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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.