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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.