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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
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.