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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Quantec,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.