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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
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.