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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.