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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.