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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.