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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.