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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Move,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.