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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.