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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Index,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.