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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.