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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Monks,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.