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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Fear,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.