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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.