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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.