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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.