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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.