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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Scientists,
Skaos,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.