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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.