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 Chile 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.