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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.