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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
New Order,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Can,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.