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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.