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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
New Order,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.