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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Franke,
DNA,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.