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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.