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 Spain 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.