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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.