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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.