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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.