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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.