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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.