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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.