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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.