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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.