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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.