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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.