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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.