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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Television,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.