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 China 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.