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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
New Order,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.