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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.