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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.