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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.