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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.