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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Television,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.