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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.