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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.