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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.