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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.