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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.