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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.