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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.