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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.