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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Television,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.