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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.