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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.