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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.