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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.