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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.