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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.