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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.