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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.