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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.