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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.