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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.