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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.