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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.