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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.