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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Kas Product,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Magma,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Swans,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.