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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.