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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.