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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.