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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.