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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.