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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.