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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.