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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Slave,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.