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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.