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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.