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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
10cc,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.