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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.